DOUBLE MASSIVE: A Twin Stepbrother Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  “Just take the test,” I said soothingly, stepping forward and starting to unlace the front ties on her sundress. “Here, I’ll help.”

  “No!” shrieked Morgan, batting my hands away. “I get it, I get it, but can I at least have some privacy?”

  “Look Morgan,” I said, taking her by her slim shoulders. “This is really important. If you’re pregnant, I’d be over the moon, but we need to find out if you are asap so we’re not left high and dry,” I said seriously.

  She looked into my eyes, those big pools of hazel my undoing.

  “Brother, I hear you,” she said softly. “But a little privacy okay?”

  “Fine,” I said, stepping backwards, my hands up. “I’ll be right outside waiting.”

  And I nervously shifted my weight from one foot to the next as Morgan shut the door. I heard the toilet flush and it was unusually quiet in there for a while. How long did these tests take again? Wasn’t it supposed to be two minutes or something?

  “Morgan,” I said insistently, knocking on the door. “What’s going on in there?”

  It was pure silence, making me even more nervous.

  “Morgan,” I said in a loud voice, banging this time. “What’s going on?”

  “The door’s open,” said a small voice.

  I pushed open the door and Morgan was sitting on the toilet, looking stunned, the pregnancy test on the vanity. I picked it up and glanced at the indicator. Two stripes. Shit, did that mean pregnant or not? I fumbled with the box, trying to read the instructions.

  Holy fucking shit. My brain went into deep freeze and the blood rushed from my body. Morgan was pregnant with our baby, mine and Landon’s. A tide of elation ran through me, although it was counterintuitive. I mean, here I am, nineteen years old, with a party promotion business that I run with my brother. The last thing I should want is a baby, but somehow, the thought of this beautiful girl carrying my child made me weak-kneed and sensitive.

  “You’re pregnant,” I growled, stating the obvious.

  “Yeah,” she said softly. “I am.”

  “What are you going to do about it?” I ground out. Shit, I needed to be gentler with her, but I didn’t want to force my baby on a young girl who might not be ready.

  She turned big hazel eyes to me. “Cole,” she said slowly. “I never thought I’d be a mom, I mean, I just haven’t thought about it at all you know? But after what I’ve shared with you and Landon, I think … I want to keep the pregnancy,” she said simply.

  I pulled her into my arms, burying my face in the crook of her neck. She was so slim still, fragile and beautiful, smelling of flowers, and I took a deep breath to steady my nerves.

  “Morgan,” I ground out. “You won’t regret it. Landon and I will be the best dads ever,” I promised.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  Landon

  Man, Morgan was pregnant … with our child. I’d come back from the gym, busting open the door to the room I shared with Cole, to find the two of them cuddling in the big bed. What the fuck? You’d think that on our first day back, with our parents in the house, we’d sleep in separate rooms. It’d be lonely without our little sister between us, but we’d survive. We just needed to ease into the lifestyle, you know? Especially after the fake alarm from Bowdoin.

  But there they were, Cole and Morgan with their heads together talking in soft voices, and damn if he didn’t have an erection already.

  Morgan sat up as soon as the door opened.

  “Landon,” she said, holding her arms out to me. “Come join us,” she cried. She was glowing from within, the happiness almost palpable.

  Cole smiled lazily, reclining on the king-sized mattress, and stuffed some pillows behind his head. He was like a fucking Cheshire cat, grinning widely enough to make me suspicious.

  “Can it wait?” I asked. “I’m dripping with sweat and don’t want to ruin the sheets,” I said dryly. But fuck, Morgan looked good enough to eat, and we were just going to mess the bed up anyways, right?

  “We have something to tell you,” Morgan said happily, her cheeks and décolletage flushed. Damn, but her breasts looked sexy in that tiny tank top. What had happened to our geeky, nerdy Morgan? Seriously, what had happened to the little brown mouse we first met?

  When Cole and I hatched our plan to seduce our stepsister, we’d prayed that she wouldn’t be too ugly. I mean, we’ve fucked ugly bitches before, but it would just be easier if she was cute, you know?

  And she was definitely adorable that first day. Geeky, with big glasses, but cute as a button, kinda like a baby owl. Cole and I had purposefully treated her like a sister, slowly stoking the fires. We knew she could hear as we fucked other women, making sure the shrieks of pleasure were loud and raucous, the girls parading around practically naked the morning after. It was all part of the plan to make her desperate and hungry … enough to fall in love with us.

  But love and lust are intertwined and unpredictable. Morgan had grown up so much in this past month, shedding the glasses, blooming into a woman that my brother and I enjoyed with full benefits. Nothing was off limits, she was sweet, giving and trusting … maybe a little bit too trusting.

  “Landon, come sit down,” said Morgan again, patting the bedspread happily.

  I lowered myself gingerly onto the coverlet. Damn these linens, they probably cost more all of Violet’s clothes combined.

  “What’s up, baby sis?” I said, my eyes glancing between Morgan and my brother. “What’s so pressing that it can’t wait for a quick five minute shower?”

  “Well,” she said shyly, lowering her eyes. “I’m pregnant!” she exclaimed joyfully, throwing her arms around me.

  I was taken aback, but I shouldn’t have been. I mean, the plan had been to knock her up and break her heart, thereby breaking Gerald’s heart. But instead I felt relieved, and even happy. It was unexpected, sure, but despite my brain’s furious thrumming, my heart was melting at the thought of our little sister having our baby.

  “Honey,” I said, stroking her back. “Are you sure you’re ready for this? Have you talked about it with Cole already?” I asked.

  “Yes, and we both want the baby,” she chirped. Suddenly, she stopped. “Why, don’t you want the baby? You’re the father too,” she said slowly, a cloud dimming her beautiful hazel eyes.

  I hated seeing that look and pulled her to me again.

  “Of course, I’m elated to be a dad,” I breathed in her ear. “Cole and I both,” I reassured, as my glance met my brother’s over her back. I could hardly believe our luck. Despite the unfortunate way this had all started, the wrong girl had become the right one, and now we were going to be fathers.

  “Oh,” she sighed, her form willowy and nubile. “I’m so happy to start this chapter of life with you. Imagine,” she said, running her hands gently over her still-flat abdomen. “Soon I’ll have a bump!”

  “But,” she continued. “How are we going to tell Gerald and Linda? I mean, we are stepsibs,” her voice trailed.

  “Don’t worry about that,” I soothed, running my hand over her tummy, as I continued to speak. “Cole and I will break the news to our parents, just be healthy and eat like a whale,” I said.

  She giggled, batting her lashes, and combined with the knowledge of a baby inside, my cock sprang to life. I looked at her hungrily, lustily, imagining Morgan growing heavy with our child, and damn if it didn’t turn me on. I wanted to see her ripen and swell with our seed.

  It looked as if Cole’s erection had never gone away, and we started stroking our little sister, making her moan with desire.

  “Brothers!” she cried, throwing her head back. “Oh!”

  I focused on her sweet soft folds, barely covered by her tiny tap pants. I pulled the shorts off and gazed at her steamy cunny. It was light pink, the lips fleshy and puffy, already glistening with her female juices. I ran a finger down the seam of her lips, making her shake and cry out in pleasure.

  “Landon! Oh!” she moaned. Meanwhile, Cole kiss
ed her deeply while pulling down her top. Her breasts sprang out, lush and full, perfect ovoids with no sag at all, courtesy of being a teenager. Hungrily, he lowered his mouth to take a sip at a nipple, rolling the bud between his teeth, enjoying the tight, sweet feel of our little sister.

  I bent down to her twat, kissing and tonguing that cunny with fervor. I tugged at her clit with my teeth before running my tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves, causing her to cry out in desire.

  “Aiee!” she moaned. She creamed wetly into my mouth and I lovingly lapped up the juice, the taste of our sweet Morgan enticingly erotic and 100% female.

  I plunged my tongue into her hole, fucking it, spearing it again and again, before tracing every nook and cranny of her vagina, pulling the sweet flesh into my mouth, savoring her liquids which were now dripping down my chin.

  But she’d been so good at anal that day in the park that I wanted to push the boundaries again. Thrusting a finger into her cunt, I lubed it up and moved down to her ass, playing with the tiny brown-rimmed hole.

  “Like that little sister?” I asked. “You like getting it in the ass?”

  A wordless moan was all I got, followed by deep breaths and panting as I began pushing into her nether territory.

  “Shush baby,” said Cole. “Your anus and twat belong to us,” he commanded.

  Because she was ours, this beautiful woman who had grown up before our eyes, and now that she had our baby in her, she was bound to us for life. The lovemaking was merely an expression of that dedication, the physical manifestation of our deep, unbreakable ties.

  I was able to push a finger into her anus, savoring the tight, hot clench of her rectum, at the same time that Cole pushed his dick into her mouth.

  “Unnnf!” Morgan cried. I lifted my head a moment to watch. The little girl had gotten good at taking our nine-inch members, and I watched with satisfaction as her jaw swung open wide, her lips stretched to the max around Cole’s girth. I could see the saliva pooling in the corners of her mouth as he pushed, his hands on the back of her head to better guide the intrusion. Sure enough, I saw movement in her throat. I could literally watch as my brother’s cock moved down Morgan’s pale, slim throat, choking her, forcing her to swallow his man meat.

  Fuck, our little girl had learned so much. The first time we’d tutored her on head, she’d gasped and coughed, determined to do better, but unable to get more than half my member into her mouth.

  “Relax,” I’d soothed. “There’s no rush, and we’ve got two cocks you can practice on.”

  Cole nodded, his hand massaging her twat as I pushed my member in again. My brother’s stimulation of her pussy helped her relax to accept my length, and I was able to thrust a little further this time before her eyes started watering. But our little sister was a determined one, and pretty soon, we were feeding her our entire lengths, the massive rods disappearing into her tiny throat.

  Right now though, Cole was balls deep into her mouth, his sacs bumping against her chin as Morgan deep throated him. Cole grunted his pleasure, the saliva flowing all over his pubes, and began a rhythm in her mouth.

  I chuckled and turned back to my job. I’d wormed my finger into her rectum up to the second knuckle and the heat in her backdoor was like dry fire, I could almost feel it crackling around my digit, so tight and stiff. I fucked her a bit, loosening up her butt, and then lapped again at her pussy before nodding to my twin.

  He pulled his dong out of her mouth, a long string of saliva connecting the tip of his penis to her lips, and damn if our little sister didn’t cry out at the loss. Her breasts heaved, the tips glistening moistly as she cried out, “Brothers, I need you!”

  “Coming little girl,” growled Cole. He lay back on the bed, and pulled Morgan to him. She came willingly, all soft curves and gleaming pussy, her breasts swaying gently as she straddled him. Her hand reached down to guide his cock into her cunt, and I watched with unabated lust as my twin’s fleshy crown parted those sweet lips, sinking deep into her body.

  “Ahhh!” both Morgan and Cole moaned, the sensation incredible. Our little girl was tiny, almost split in two by the huge cock dicking her. Slowly, Cole began moving his hips up and down, sliding in and out of her hot channel, his penis shiny from her pussy juices. Morgan shrieked, her breasts trembling in the air, and it was all I could do not to suck a nipple into my mouth, tasting that sweet nub of pleasure.

  But I had other plans. Slowly, I pushed down on Morgan’s back so that her breasts were pressed to my twin’s chest as he fucked her cowgirl style. As his penis moved in and out, I parted her buttocks and slid my hand down to her anus, caressing it, letting her feel my touch as my brother pummeled her.

  Slowly, oh so slowly, I lined my member up with her brown pucker and began pressing. Morgan’s eyes flew open and she gasped.

  “But brothers!” she exclaimed. “I’m already full!”

  “That’s right,” moaned Cole beneath her, holding still for a moment as I made my entrance. “You have me in your twat, and you’ll be taking Landon in your backdoor,” he ground out.

  “Shhh, baby,” I added. “Double penetration is amazing, you’ll love it, I promise,” I reassured her.

  Morgan’s eyes rolled back in her head as I continued my assault on her ass. With a pop, my tip pushed into her anal chamber, violating that tiny butt, and I could feel Cole through her pussy wall. I kept up the pressure, slow but steady, and with another pop, I was deep into her anus, my dick tipping out at her GI tract, completely embedded.

  The clench on my dick was so tight, so hot that I thought it might break off. Sweat broke out on my brow as I started swinging my hips in time with my brother. I’d push in as he pulled out, and damn, but the feel of another cock rubbing through her pussy wall made everything twice as nice.

  We fucked her this way, slowly, gently, letting the rhythm build naturally. In I would go, as Cole swung out, and then vice versa. By now, Morgan was moaning, stretched and filled beyond her wildest imaginations.

  “Brothers,” she panted, her breasts heaving as I kissed her neck. “I’m … I’m … aieeee! I’m coming!”

  Simultaneously, her cunny and ass clenched down, stimulating our dicks as they moved in and out of her body. Vaginal cream spurted everywhere, coating our penises, making our thrusting even more desperate as we fucked our little sister.

  “FUUUCK!” roared Cole as he came hotly in her cunt, spurting his sperm deep. I could feel his pulsing on the underside of my dick, even through Morgan’s orgasms, and the combo of two orgasms forced me to come as well.

  With a roar, I exploded into Morgan’s butt. My sperm rushed from my balls, through my hot shaft, and sprayed her anal cavity, lubing up that backdoor with my virility. My dick twitched and pumped uncontrollably as my hips jerked, the sperm so copious that it ran out between our bodies, coating our dicks and her pussy.

  “Oh oh oh,” moaned Morgan, sandwiched between us. Her body was still flushed and trembling from the high, our penises deep in her as she lay her head down on Cole’s chest, trying to catch her breath.

  I rubbed her gleaming shoulders as she panted, my brother’s dick twitching occasionally as he murmured soothing words to her.

  “Baby, you were fantastic,” he rumbled, stroking her hair. “You did DP just right, we loved it,” he said, looking at me over her shoulder.

  I was about to add my assent when suddenly the door burst open. What the fuck? Gerald and Linda stood there, Gerald’s expression as dark as thunder, Linda white as a sheet, horror filling her eyes. Because she was looking at her baby girl, still a teenager, naked and sandwiched between two men, whose dicks were currently buried in her cunt and ass.

  “Morgan!” she screamed. “Oh my god!” she shrieked, her eyes rolling up into her head before she fainted.

  Fortunately, a security guard caught her before she fell. Because yeah, my dad had brought the police with him. Behind him, looming in the hall, were at least five officers, holding out their billy clubs like Cole
and I were hardened criminals.

  “Get the fuck off of her!” my dad roared.

  Cole and I complied. I pulled my dick from Morgan’s ass, trying to go as fast as possible without hurting her, while shielding her anus from the gaze of the crowd. Morgan was deathly pale, and grabbed the sheet to pull over her body, as Cole pulled out as well, his member sticky with her fluids.

  “Daddy!” she cried. “This isn’t what it looks like!”

  “Oh really,” said Gerald sarcastically. “My two sons haven’t been fucking you, is that what you’re saying? Fucking their own sister? Because that’s what it looks like.”

  “Listen,” said Cole, wrapping a sheet around his waist, his chest still bare. “Let’s not get carried away here. Sure, it doesn’t look great, but there’s an explanation for everything.”

  “The FUCK there’s a good explanation for this,” ground out Gerald. “Officers, take these fucking criminals away,” he said. “They forced their little sister, making them incestuous rapists.”

  And before Cole or I could do anything, the officers were on us, handcuffing our hands behind our backs and leading us to the bedroom door.

  “No!” cried Morgan. “They didn’t make me do anything! And we’re not biologically related!”

  A brawny middle-aged policewoman stepped forward, flashing a badge. “Miss,” she said. “I’m Officer Parker. Often, victims don’t even know they’re victims, and this could be the case here. Do you acknowledge that those are your brothers?”

  “Well, yes,” said Morgan. “But it’s not what it looks like!”

  “Miss, I’ll have to take your statement later, but for now, we are going to do as Mr. Kingsley orders and take your brothers to lock-up,” stated the policewoman.

  And so Cole and I were hustled downstairs into waiting cop cars, on our way to jail. We didn’t have a plan, but as I looked over my shoulder at Morgan, our little girl pale, slim, and pregnant with our baby, I knew my twin and I would be back.